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Post by fauxster on Dec 8, 2011 23:52:08 GMT -5
This video brings up some PID issues. About 1/2-way through, he talks about the Rosicrucians and how the rose is a symbol of hidden knowledge.  He also talks about Sir Francis Bacon & how he was really William Shakespeare (Billy Shears). |
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Post by artemis on Dec 9, 2011 3:54:19 GMT -5
This post could also belong to the symbolism thread. The rose symbolizes also an oath under silence, as I said here before. No wonder in FAUL's case. Besides, remember that one of the FAUL's was rumoured to hail from Canada. The wild rose is the symbol flower of province ALBERTA, so by analogy the rose from his mouth maybe also be a clue to his origins.
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Post by lucy on Dec 9, 2011 20:51:46 GMT -5
Wow, that's some interesting information. While I may have remembered some material about the Rosicrucians, I never made the connection to "Bill" before. Makes sense.
His "accent" is not a real British accent. After so many years of listening to real accents as opposed to actors pretending to have a British accent, you can hear the fakes.
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Post by artemis on Dec 19, 2011 14:45:50 GMT -5
"Paul McCartney releasing an album of standards
NEW YORK (AP) — Paul McCartney is releasing an album of standards — plus two new songs of his own.
The former Beatle announced Monday that his new disc will be out Feb. 7. It doesn't have a title yet. He's already streaming one song, "My Valentine," on his website.
McCartney says he and John Lennon were inspired in their own writing by some of the standards. Some of them he first heard when his father performed them at home on piano.
Eric Clapton and Stevie Wonder make appearances on the disc, which was recorded with Diana Krall and her band.
McCartney says he's been thinking about the project for 20 years and at age 69 decided "if I don't do it now, I'll never do it."
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Post by sherlok on Dec 19, 2011 14:59:18 GMT -5
That's nice -- a whole album without crappy Faul tunes on it. ;D
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Post by artemis on Dec 19, 2011 16:14:26 GMT -5
"Albert Maysles Reveals the Human Behind ex-Beatle Paul McCartney in The Love We Make
Some celebrities have had such a huge impact on our culture that it's difficult to imagine them as individual human beings. But filmmaker Albert Maysles has built a career out of quietly capturing the character of each of his subjects, including American Bible salesmen (Salesman), Big Edie and Little Edie Beale (Grey Gardens), The Rolling Stones (Gimme Shelter), and The Beatles (What's Happening! The Beatles in the USA). Co-directed with Bradley Kaplan, Maysles' new documentary The Love We Make follows a former Beatle (and one of the most beloved figures in pop music) during the weeks immediately following the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001.
Paul McCartney spent that period organizing a vastly ambitious concert that would raise funds for victims' families while raising the spirits of the city (and the country) as a whole. Today, The Concert for New York City is remembered fondly as a mesmerizing, emotional experience. Maysles uses his filmmaking skills to bring us the emotional interaction behind the scenes. We see a genuinely compassionate and understanding McCartney speaking with fans in everyday situations as well as humbling encounters with other celebrities and public figures backstage at the show. We also see McCartney is his more relaxed and private moments. None disappoints.
Maysles and his crew were given free access to McCartney as he moved around the city, planning and promoting the show. The film is shot in raw black-and-white, although "quoted" footage from interviews and the concert itself is in color. This provides a visual juxtaposition between the private McCartney and the more public figure who appears in the color footage.
Roughly the first half of The Love We Make turns out to be about how McCartney manages his status as an iconic public figure, particularly in his relationship with his fans and the media. It's a double-sided game that McCartney skillfully maintains: We follow him through the streets of New York and the offices of major media organizations as he greets fans and fellow celebrities with equal effusiveness, approachability, and candor. We also watch him as he charges his driver to "get some distance" between trailing autograph-hounds and paparazzi cameras. Pragmatically, he understands that he cannot be responsible for dragging people into the bustling streets of New York and that he must protect his privacy as a matter of personal safety. He is cool and comfortable when thronged by fans, yet he takes a deep breath when finally ensconced in the relative safety of his limousine.
The second half of the film covers the concert itself. Color clips from the show help maintain the chronology of that evening in October 2001. But most of the remaining screen time consists of a massive parade of celebrities trickling through the green room at Madison Square Garden to pay their quite humble respects to McCartney (watch Jim Carrey practically stumble over his own modesty). Each one thanks him and acknowledges the enormous undertaking that the show represents. That undertaking was lightning fast: The concert took place just a month after the attacks. The planning was no doubt eased by McCartney's ability to enlist the participation of David Bowie, The Who, The Rolling Stones, Jay-Z, Eric Clapton, Janet Jackson, and Elton John among dozens of others."
"Reveals the Human Behind ex-Beatle Paul McCartney" - interesting choice of words. Hintful, ironic, u name it.
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Post by artemis on Dec 19, 2011 16:42:53 GMT -5
Can u notice the different FAUL's? Sure u can...  |
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Post by lucy on Dec 19, 2011 19:18:26 GMT -5
The Faulsified all seeing eye...
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Post by artemis on Dec 22, 2011 16:00:22 GMT -5
FAUL and his secret (rose)   What's with him and Universe? Maybe the real PAUL's body is stored on some star base as sometimes old?   Nice clues, FAUL! MCCARTNEY II - the album featuring 3 FAUL's on the cover - the shadows counting as replacements.  Back to nothing is real. FAUL as a computer image/Tetris game/pixelated/artificial creation  |
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Post by artemis on Dec 24, 2011 7:14:21 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D ;D
"The greatest musician on the planet: An awestruck JAN MOIR joins 69-year-old Paul McCartney as he completes an exhausting world tour
Before the concert begins, he stands in the shadows just to the left of the stage. In his lifetime, he has played more than three thousand shows just like this. Some bigger, some smaller, but all of them to a devoted following whose fidelity has never waned.
For over half a century, he has walked out, again and again, into the heat of the spotlights and the unceasing roar of the crowd. For decades, each public appearance has been greeted with fans shouting: ‘Paul, Paul, Paul!’ It haunts his every entrance and exit. He must hear it in his sleep.
In an era of overnight sensations, of pygmy careers, of the instant but cheap gratifications of here-today-gone-tomorrow stars, his fame resonates with a unique density. Paul McCartney is, without question, the most popular musician on the planet.
He has written more hit songs than anyone else. His endless list of classic and enduring tunes unfurls like one long sonic boom of greatness, from She Loves You to Yesterday and beyond.
Whenever he travels abroad, people come up to him to tell him that they first learned to speak English through listening to Beatles songs. That in itself would be an incredible legacy, but that is only the start of it.
Of course, all of this has made him fantastically rich. He could retire comfortably without ever picking up a plectrum or tapping a toe again. Yet there he is, at the age of 69, still waiting in the wings for his cue, eager as a cub.
And then, suddenly, he is on stage, moving swiftly towards the microphone, absorbing the roars of his 11,000-strong home-town crowd in Liverpool.
You can see that it means just as much to him as it does to them.
In his smart suit with its Nehru collar, a pink shirt and a pair of Beatles boots, Macca still cuts a remarkably lithe figure.
All those lentils, all those decades of tofu and meat-free sausages, all that yoga in the Seventies — all of it has served him well. Really, he looks amazing.
His backlit, hazelnut bouffant glows like an eclipse. He stamps out the rhythm with his Cuban heels, his trusty Höfner bass guitar is strapped on, ready for action.
With a new gold wedding ring glinting on his left hand, he cranks out the chords for Hello, Goodbye — and the last concert of Paul McCartney’s six-month On The Run world tour is under way.
Whatever way you look at it, this has been an incredible year for Sir Paul McCartney. It has been a long and winding road to happiness, but 2011 finds him, as he might say, in a very good place.
All his children and his eight grandchildren are happy and well, his tour encompassed sold-out concerts from South America to Russia — and he even managed to get married as well.
His wedding this summer to American trucking heiress Nancy Shevell marked a turning point in Macca’s turbulent affairs of the heart. What a time he has had!
That difficult second marriage to Heather Mills may have resulted in a much-loved eight-year-old daughter, Bea, but the torrid divorce in the London courts in 2008 gave a glimpse into a difficult and tempestuous relationship.
There must have been moments when being married to Heather was like being shackled to a lunatic in one of the darker corners of Bedlam. It is amazing that he has emerged, relatively unscathed, ready to love again.
Yet here he is, all smiles as he straps on a different guitar to play Paperback Writer — the very guitar he wrote it on back in 1966.
His new wife is watching in the wings. Later, he will take her on a tour of the Liverpool he grew up in, the humble terraced houses and grotty rehearsal rooms where it all began. He goes back to his roots every time he comes home to Liverpool — it’s almost as if he can’t believe it himself.
With one of the greatest back catalogues at his fingertips, the hits keep coming on stage. Junior’s Farm, All My Lovin’, Jet, Baby You Can Drive My Car. He plays Something on the ukulele in memory of George Harrison, and he pays generous tribute to John Lennon.
Fleetingly, Macca finds himself coming slightly unstuck with the niceties of reacquainting himself with a Liverpool audience.
He is taken aback when a whimsical anecdote involving the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge — greeted with applause and cheering in London — is received by a loud chorus of boos.
The same thing happens when he mentions his old friend Cilla Black. ‘Whaaat?’ he cries, amazed.
‘What? If that gets back to her . . . oh! I won’t tell her if you don’t. What a night, Liverpool. The royals and Cilla getting booed.’
In the comfort zone of his rich, hippy lifestyle and plush homes around the globe, McCartney is not to know that Cilla’s great sin in the city is to have once voiced admiration of Margaret Thatcher and to appear to have more than a smidgeon of sympathy with Conservative politics. That’s enough to ensure she is despised in her home town.
McCartney is much more prudent. He always has been.
He supports Liverpool and Everton football teams and he is both founder and generous benefactor of the Liverpool Institute For The Performing Arts. He may still be in demand all over the globe — but he makes sure he comes back every year to present the end-of-term prizes.
Meanwhile, on stage at the Liverpool Echo Arena, he moves on to safer ground. ‘Let’s hear it for
John,’ he shouts. ‘Let’s hear it for George.’
The pace is frantic. The hits just keep on coming.
He plays Let It Be and Maybe I’m Amazed at the piano. The opening notes of Eleanor Rigby are as poignant as ever, sounding as if it was written yesterday. Penny Lane has a wistful resonance all of its own.
I can almost forgive him for playing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, and note that when he plays the occasional new song, there is a rush for the bar. Live And Let Die is accompanied by denture-rattling pyrotechnics. Get Back still hammers along with the usual driving confidence.
The powerhouse band rock on. ‘We don’t even stop for a glass of water,’ the drummer will say later.
By the end of the evening, McCartney will have played non-stop for nearly three hours, with only one brief ‘costume change’ — when he takes his jacket off and rolls up his sleeves.
Liverpool means a lot to McCartney. All the earlier songs — some would say his greatest — are rooted here. Penny Lane, Eleanor Rigby; their presence is everywhere in this amazing town.
In the city centre, you drive past the register office where John married his first wife Cynthia — a handsome stone building with a yellow door which is now a refuge for asylum seekers.
Brian Epstein’s one-time home is around the corner, opposite a cosmetic surgery clinic that specialises in breast implants and nose jobs.
George Harrison grew up in a tiny cul de sac of back-to-back houses. There is local uproar because developers want to tear down Ringo Starr’s former home. A few miles south of the Echo Arena, McCartney’s childhood home is now a tourist attraction run by The National Trust.
From there, he would get the No 86 bus into town to play lunchtime sessions at the Cavern Club in Mathew Street.
McCartney has recently revealed that they didn’t expect The Beatles to last ten years. They thought the success might last for a couple of years at most. ‘Yet, ten, 20, now it is coming up for 50 years,’ he said recently.
The multi-millionaire has surely earned a Christmas rest. But he has also just announced another new solo album, due for release next February. It features his old pal Eric Clapton on guitar and jazz singer Diana Krall.
He has also just released a single, a beautiful love song called My Valentine, written for his new wife.
What is the enduring appeal of McCartney and The Beatles? The simple but brilliant songs that speak of love and hark back to a simpler time, and McCartney‘s knack of being able to express complex emotions simply.
For the thousands who have trudged here tonight, shaking the winter rain from their coats as they pack the arena, that’s the secret of the magic."
And a witty comment:
"He may well still be popular but he really isn't very good live, has no presence whatsoever and he hasn't come up with any good new musicor a very long time. He's just another Bowie resting on his laurels.
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Post by sherlok on Dec 24, 2011 18:44:50 GMT -5
... but not very far beyond. ;D
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Post by lucy on Dec 25, 2011 13:21:57 GMT -5
The idea that he's supposedly 69, and still pretending to be Paul Mc Cartney is quite disturbing to me.....and for the countless number of people paying good money to see this clown perform is equally disturbing...
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Post by artemis on Dec 25, 2011 13:28:52 GMT -5
69? LOL... He looks good for a corpse, what else can I say?
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Post by fauxster on Jan 6, 2012 13:19:36 GMT -5
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Post by beatlies on Jan 6, 2012 21:53:45 GMT -5
Faul 6.0 or whatever and his writers boldly continue the tradition of leaving those endless little "wink" clues while sounding like an inarticulate moron. |
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